Date: Wed, 19 Apr 2006 13:27:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ryan's Impulse (20)

   On the way back to Ryan's house, Rick was unusually quiet, and pensive,
and Ryan worried that he was suffering another attack of the guilties
regarding their sex play. Ryan wished he could find some way to convince
his friend that it was cool, and make him understand that he liked making
him feel good, and that his sucking him off actually provided a degree of
sexual satisfaction for him, too. Ryan understood clearly that Rick was not
inclined sexually as he was, and that once he found some girl willing to
lie down for him, it would pretty much be over between them, and that was
cool, too, but for now, Ryan wished that Rick would just chill on the
guilty bit, and let it happen, like he had a few minutes ago.

   Ryan would have been seriously surprised, had he been able to read
Rick's thoughts at that same moment, given that what had Rick in the
pensive mood was not a feeling of guilt, at all, but rather thoughts of how
awesome it really felt when Ryan played with his cock, and sucked him, even
happily taking his load, and swallowing it. Yes, the gayness of the act
chipped at him some, but once the incredible sensations began to flow
through him, he somehow managed to overlook that part of the equation, at
least until afterward, when he frequently reverted to feeling like he had
participated in a perverted act. That, of course, stemmed from all of his
upbringing, and the popular social stigmas that defined it as such, more
than it stemmed from his personal barometer, which summed up the activity
more along the lines of, anything that feels that good, can't be that bad.

   Indeed, Ryan would have been totally surprised to know that what Rick
was actually thinking at the moment was that his willing participation with
Ryan had been entirely too one sided, and, if he were to continue to avail
himself of the incredible pleasures that Ryan delivered, he, Rick, needed
to be willing to reciprocate that pleasure to his friend, as well. He was
sure in the belief that he was definitely not gay, and had accepted the
fact that Ryan doubtless was, and he told himself that allowing himself to
return the favor wouldn't alter that, and that it was really nothing more
than two bud's helping each other out, a temporary source of pleasure, and
much needed sexual relief. Yup, he told himself, a feeling of conviction
washing over him, right, is right, and I really can't seem to say no to Ry,
and mean it, so.....fuck it, I am going to give, as good as I've been
getting, and that's it.

   As they arrived back at Ryan's house, Rick seemed to pop out of his
pensive mood, and as they rounded the back side of the garage heading
toward the back yard, Rick shocked Ryan, when he suddenly wrapped his
muscled arms around him, and hugged him tightly, as he said,

   "Know what, Bud....?......you, are really special, and, the best friend a
guy could ever hope to have."

   Ryan was speechless, relishing the feel of his friend's strong arms
holding him tightly, and his neglected penis thickened in his shorts, as he
hugged Rick tightly, and tried not to let the tears flow from his eyes, as
he replied,

   "Wow....how cool is that.....and so are you, Rick.....really...so very
special a friend!"

   Rick released him then, and stepped back, a slightly sheepish expression
on his face, and he brought his hand to Ryan's face, swiping at the wet
streak on his cheek, as he smiled, and said,

   "Looks like you got something in your eye, Bud."

   Ryan chuckled, his smile so broad it added to the dim ambient light of
the backyard, as he nodded his head, mumbling,

   "Yea, looks like.....thanks, OK?"

   Rick, winked at him, and replied,

   "Sure.....just so you know how much I really mean that."

   Ryan blinked rapidly, nodding, then, turned toward the house, saying,

   "Come on, Dude.....I got that new PS2 game I was telling you
about....and....I'm ready to whip your little ass at it, too!"

   Rick followed Ryan through the back door, saying,

   "In your freeking dreams, gay boy, in your freeking dreams!"

   Secured away in Ryan's private wing of the house, having said good-night
to Ryan's parents, the boys were busily thumbing the PS2 controllers, as
they engaged in the various levels of killing and maiming offered by the
fast paced game. During one of the brief breaks they paused for, Rick had
discarded his tee shirt, and was now clad in just snug gym shorts that
clung enticingly to the bulge of his package, and Ryan's fully charged cock
reacted, as it unfurled, and poked at the front of his own shorts, and
remained rigid, as it received nearly unending stimulation from his
jiggling the controller in his lap as the game went on. The condition was
not lost on Rick, and he was rapidly losing points on the game, as his
attention divided itself between the action, and his friend's obvious
hardon. Reminding himself of his earlier self commitment, he inhaled a deep
breath, and set aside his controller, and slid his hand into Ryan's lap,
closing his fingers around the rock hard penis he found there. Ryan yelped,
startled by the unexpected contact, and abandoned his own controller, as he
looked at Rick, his expression clearly telegraphing his surprise. Rick
casually stroked the rigid stalk, as he looked Ryan square in the eye, and
said,

   "I've decided that you having all the fun needs to change, gay-boy, and
that I'm seriously behind in this little game of ours, so this time, you
are going to just kick back, and take it....but....one freeking word of this
shit finds the street....you can sing first soprano in church from now on,
get it?"

    Still shocked at the sudden turn of events, and nearly spewing his pent
up load from the sensations Rick's touch was generating in his crotch, Ryan
nodded, and replied,

   "Dude....Rick....we have, like, SO already had this conversation....and it
flat ain't gonna happen...but, shit, man...I mean....you don't.....um.....have
to....do this, you know."

   Rick chuckled, and began tugging at Ryan's shorts, sliding them down his
thighs, as he responded,

    "Don't tell me what I have to.....or don't have to....do....just...get your
fucking clothes off, dude....unless, of course, you really don't want me
to....suck your dick...!"

   Ryan's pulse all but doubled, and his cock throbbed in anticipation, as
he could scarcely believe what he was hearing, but without hesitation, he
rose up, and skinned out of his shorts, and briefs in one quick motion, and
tugged his tee over his head. His rampant cock slapped smartly against his
groin, a throbbing staff of rigid flesh, and the prominent vein that ran
the length of his cock pulsed strongly with the flow of blood that coursed
through it. The smooth head glistened with the flowing evidence of his
excitement, and he watched, incredulous, as Rick once more gripped it, as
his other hand pressed on Ryan's smooth chest, so that he went over
backward, and sprawled on the carpet. Rick had a look of solid
determination on his handsome face, as he maneuvered himself between Ryan's
outstretched legs, and lowered his face to toward the rigid boyhood.

   The scent of Ryan's crotch, and his flowing precum, flooded Rick's
senses, as he paused, not more than an inch from Ryan's cock, and he felt
his mouth water profusely, as he licked at his dry lips. He ran his hand up
and down Ryan's hard cock, and brought his other hand up to cup the heavy
ball sac, hefting it, and probing the twin orbs inside. He slowly extended
his tongue, and swiped it across the silky smooth head of Ryan's cock, as
Ryan groaned, his lean body shuddering strongly, as Rick licked the head
again, then, opened his mouth, and slowly engulfed it, moving downward,
until the thick head dug into his throat, gagging him, so that he pulled
back, then paused.

   The thickness of the warm, rigid flesh filling his mouth surprised Rick,
as did the near absence of any taste, save for the slightly nutty flavor of
Ryan's oozing precum, and he took a minute to adjust to the new sensation,
then, once more advanced, and slid his mouth down the length of the turgid
meat, until he felt Ryan's soft pubes on his nose, and upper lip. He
withdrew once more, getting the hang of it now, and settled into a steady
up and down rhythm, sliding his mouth over his friends throbbing cock, as
his other hand toyed with his balls.

   Ryan, for his part, was gritting his teeth, and every muscle, and
tendon, in his body felt like a wire-spring, as he fought the nearly
irresistible urge to explode, as his long held dream became reality. He
lifted his head off the floor, and looked down over his heaving torso, and
groaned loudly, as he saw his cock fully buried in Rick's mouth. He dropped
his head back, fully expecting to wake up any second, and find it was all
just a dream. Rick continued to work him, actually doing one hell of a job
in the process, and Ryan's slim hips began to buck in sync with Rick's
pace, as his hands moved to Rick's head, and his fingers slid through his
thick hair. He groaned repeatedly, and mumbled Rick's name, over and over,
as the incredible pleasure coursed through him, and his balls began a slow,
mind-bending burning, a feeling so deep within him, he felt like he might
just explode into tiny pieces at any second.

   Rick tasted the increasing flow of precum, and his jaw ached as if he
had been punched by a heavyweight, and the saliva leaked from the corners
of his stretched mouth, as he labored over his task, eager now, to bring
forth the torrent that he knew was coming, eager to let Ryan experience the
intensity of the pleasure that he himself was so adept at providing. He
paused briefly, opening his acing jaw to gulp air, and his fingers griped
the burgeoning base of Ryan's cock, stroking it, as he again closed his
lips around the rigid stalk, and resumed sucking it as if he had done it
forever. His other hand gripped Ryan's aching balls more firmly, pulling
them down slightly, as Ryan arched his back off the floor, and thrust his
rampant cock deeper into Rick's throat, as he groaned loudly, calling out
Rick's name once again.

   Nearly simultaneously, both boys knew it was coming, as Ryan felt his
balls tighten, and draw back from Rick's tight grip, and Rick felt the
heavy cock swell in his mouth, and flex strongly, and Ryan uttered another
deep growl, and erupted, the thick cream suddenly flooding into Rick's
mouth in strong pulses, one immediately followed by another. Rick gagged
strongly, as the first jet of cum filled his already cramped mouth, and he
reflexively swallowed to make room for the next salvo, and the next, and
the next. Tears welled up in his eyes, and drizzled down his cheeks, as he
held the rapidly wilting cock deep in his battered mouth, sucking it still,
as the final vestiges of Ryan's copious ejaculate drizzled onto his tongue.

   Finally, Ryan was spent totally, and sagged onto the carpet, exhausted,
and panting, as he struggled for breath. Rick slid the softening penis from
his puffy lips, and stared at the nearly purple head, then pressed his lips
to it, amazed at the glassy smoothness of the skin there, then, continued
to gently hold the spent weapon, as he looked up into Ryan's widely
grinning face. He blushed slightly, suddenly feeling a bit sheepish for
what he had just done, and Ryan shook his head slowly side to side, and
said,

   "I'll be damned.....you prolly don't want to know....but....holy shit,
dude....you are like, REALLY GOOD at this!"

   Rick felt the heat crawl over his cheeks, but couldn't help joining in
Ryan's chuckling, as he released the now flaccid cock, and drew an arm
across his cum coated mouth, and replied, as he grinned up the ecstatic
Ryan,

   "Ya think?"

(To Be Continued)
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